[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nyCOTFH.png[/img] [h3][color=bc8dbf]Yashiro, Takeshi[/color][/h3] [/center] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/YnD6T41.png[/img] [h1]Ezra[/h1] [/center] Ezra had followed the boy. Even watching the way he walked, he could feel intense discipline and self control, something honed from intense training and whilst it didn’t make Ezra particularly intimidated, like before, it made him watch his step around him. By the time they were outside, he didn’t exactly feel like sitting in silence even if it wouldn’t have made any difference to him so he figured he’d start conversation. “Sisters, ay.” he spoke, obviously noting to the boy that he’d had the same experience himself. Takeshi was perfectly fine with walking in silence, He could almost feel like the boy behind him was watching him. If he was him he would be as well. He glanced back as he spoke once outside. He said nothing as he looked forward again. After come to the realization that this one had a sister as well, he had a slight relaxing feeling come over him. Perhaps this one would not try anything with Michiko if he understood what it meant to have a sister...especially a younger one. He moved his arm around, flexing the arms different ways in it to stretch the that was burned. The process caused immense pain, but he took it in stride as he was trying to force as much pain upon himself before having it healed. While he, like his sister found it incredibly stupid to purposefully hurt another in training, to…’test your limits’ He had no qualms, unlike her, to do so to himself with injuries he received. One of the things he actually appreciated his father teaching him, despite his methods of introducing that lesson. [color=bc8dbf] They are… a handful at times. [/color] He slowed his pace so Ezra was more slightly behind him. [color=bc8dbf] I am assuming you have a sister yourself? Older or younger?[/color] Ezra grinned. His family was huge, in comparison to most. So the answer to the question was, well, both. He had around 8 siblings in total, but the one he was most referring to was his little sister. Still, she had nothing on his sister in regards to fussiness. Even if he came back with a broken arm she’d probably laugh at him and tell him to walk it off. “I got both. Families pretty big round my parts, but they still ain’t got nothin’ on yours. She might be worse than my mom.” he spoke with a smile as he thought of home. Whilst he didn’t miss the locale, he missed the bustling family, the conversations at the dinner table, them coming to see him play or telling him off for fighting too much. Thoughts of home were always warm in regards to family He nodded when he answered. [color=bc8dbf]” Michiko has always been the most sweet and caring in the family. I used to get injured a lot more when I was growing up. She, would be the one who would be there taking care of me.”[/color] If Ezra were to look closely at the skin revealed by his tanktop, he could see clearly some nasty scars that were the evidence of his upbringing. Many of which were inflicted by swords. He thought to his other brothers and sisters...none of them compared to Michiko, one looking in on their family would even wonder if she was even related. Not even his own mother showed that much motherly love. He then thought about the last few months where it was only he and his sister. These had been the best months he could remember with ‘family’. They soon came to the nurses. [color=bc8dbf] “Michiko is too sweet for this line of ‘work’ It’s up to me to make sure she can do whatever she desires in life.”[/color] He found it odd how he slipped and said that to Ezra, When ever he spoke of his sister though, he seemed to be a bit more….chatty. Ms.Kiwi had been doing paperwork when the two came in. Her nose twitched as the door opened and she knew these two were injured. She whipped her head towards the door, her hair swaying in the air and covering her chest. “Looky Looky long time no see Mr.Jasekade” she turned to see a black haired boy as well. “And you brought me quite the adorable friend..hi there. I am your school nurse, Ms.Kiwi” she said with a smile as she placed her hands on her hips. Her nose twitched once more as she smelled Takeshi's burns. “Oh my do you have some horrible burns, take a seat on the bed and I will treat them” she motioned takeshi towards a bed. “As for you Mr.Jasekade, I will treat you without my quirk this time. It's best that they don't get an acclimated to you, else I won't be able to keep them disciplined.” By they she meant the insects getting hooked to the taste of Ezra's blood and flesh. Takeshi raised an eyebrow at the nurse at her choice of words and how she held herself. She was odd, that was for sure. A guy would easily get excited at such a beautiful woman as a nurse taking care of him, however he already heard the horror stories from his fellow students in A-3. The quirk she had was creepy...and the fact she felt like she was hitting on her patients really didn’t seem appealing after that. He walked to the bed and sat down, realizing he still had his Bokken and pulled it out, resting it on the bed behind him. As kiwi prepared to fix up the boy she surveyed the boy's skin. The nurse squinted hard before letting out a “hmm.” This wasn't any ordinary kid as he had multiple nasty scars. She placed her finger on the boys burned shoulder and ran it down towards his hand. Ms.Kiwi pulled her hand back then opened. Takeshi and Ezra could see the bugs pouring down though these ones were a cream coloring and they immediately latched on to the boys arm. “You should have taken better care of your wounds, your skin is nice.” The bugs began really getting into the boys skin he would feel them moving around in it. “You must have one nasty burn for them to go in like this.” They soon emerged and could see the boys healthy skin rise to the surface healthy and new. She retracted her bugs and placed a few bandaids over the drained blisters. “All done , just make sure to keep your drained blisters clean” Takeshi watched nurse Kiwi intently as he saw her studying his old wounds. Sure enough she made mention of them. He simply said, [color=bc8dbf] They are a reminder of my mistakes growing up My father made sure they would scar so I would never forget. [/color] He said matter of factly. He was always patched up at home, if serious enough like some scars would show, to Ms. Kiwi, She would know instantly he was almost killed a few times. His father would have a personal doctor with a healing quirk to heal him enough for him to survive, then if it was coverable, just enough to stop bleeding, while bandages would serve the rest of the healing process. Otherwise it would be healed enough to leave a scar. Takeshi still went to school, but his father was smart enough to cover it enough to avoid the investigation of Child services. He watched as the bugs entered his skin, an odd sensation which grossed him out slightly, but it didn’t show on his face. When she mentioned the burn he only nodded. Raw electrical energy would do that. He was slightly surprised she didn't ask who did it. But he shrugged and moved off the bed so Ezra could sit down. Grabbing his bokken, he slipped it back into his sash and inspected his arm, oddly...he was almost disappointed he would have no scar from this one. Almost. Ezra sat down upon the bed as he watched Takeshi get treated. He still couldn’t get used to that woman's quirk, regardless of how attractive she was. It was creepy as fuck to be frank and he was honestly glad that he didn’t have to be treated by it. As he sat down, he took off his shirt to show the extent of the wounds preemptively for Kiwi in order for her to have full visibility for the wounds. “You can go back and get the cake if you want Takeshi. I don’t mind if ya wanna leave.” he spoke, knowing that he likely wouldn’t want to stay at the nurse's office. As Ezra sat on the bed Ms.Kiwi smiled, “It's sweet of you to come visit me at the end of the day” she said as she pulled her gloves down her hand.. The nurse then began wiping the boy skin and cleansing it of any bacteria. Once all the blood and cuts were cleansed Kiwi began rubbing ointment onto the boy's cuts before wrapping them up in bandages and patting him on the back. “You should feel good by morning, just relax your muscles for the rest of the night” she said as she took her gloves off and dropped them in the trash. She went back to her desk to finish up some more paperwork. Takeshi nodded at Ezra, as he told him he was free to go. He didn’t need to say it twice...He was really looking forward to that cake. He quickly made his exit as ms. Kiwi slipped on her gloves. “Thanks.” he spoke after recieving his treatment. He was strangely more comfortable around older women than a little girl and that was something that annoyed him. Regardless, he wanted to go get some of the cake if it was still available so he began hustling back to the dorms, to find it being served as he came back in. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t miss out.” he spoke with a sigh of relief as he sat back down.